Shameless Ending Was Terrible Novels & Stories

A pool of blood and a confession note addressed to him. He felt… nothing. Faith was fire. Pure carnage in heels. She fought back—bit back. Their relationship was a cage match dressed up in romance. He liked the way she bled. She liked the way he bruised. But even wildfire burns out when there's no fuel left. Eventually, they collapsed under their own wreckage. And Cel?ia Celia was nothing. A placeholder with a platinum card and daddy issues. He used her. Knocked her from her pedestal just to see how far she'd fall. When she finally left, broken and bitter, he didn’t stop her.

The whip and the bat earlier had knocked the broken stone deeper into my chest. My heart must be shredded by now. The fragments had likely torn through my trachea. That was why I couldn’t stop coughing up blood. I was dying. Suddenly, I really wanted some peanut soup. I struggled to sit up, holding on to that last bit of dignity, like the daughter of the Knights. “Bring me a bowl of peanut soup, and make it thick.” Reina rolled her eyes. “Why should I? I’m not your maid!” She turned to leave, but Shannon stopped her.

“This ends now.” ----- The rough cut showed up the next day. Watching it felt like ripping open old wounds. Thirty minutes of us, raw, messy, real. When that old viral video played, Lena cried quietly next to me, shoulders shaking as the humiliation played out again. “You look strong,” I whispered, pulling her tight against me, my own eyes burning. “That’s what matters.” The final version came the day after. Title: “THE VAUGHN VENDETTA: THREE GENERATIONS OF REVENGE”.

In that perfect moment, surrounded by the love of our friends and family, I knew that my past was truly behind me. From today onwards , it's the beginning of a new chapter – a chapter filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. I looked into Salvatore's eyes, as he spoke, "I love you Emilia." "I love you too Salvatore." I replied and then we both kissed again. THE END

As nausea hit me. I rushed into the bathroom and retched, but nothing came out except bitter bile. I stared into the mirror. A woman with reddened eyes and a pale face stared back at me. My stable and happy life over the last four years felt like a dreamy, iridescent bubble. Now, it had burst. Nothing remained. There were no tears on my face. I was too furious and shocked, and tears would not come. I picked up my phone and opened Ramona's profile again, searching for clues in the photos where she had been careful not to show her face.

Amen. THE END

She was finally living her dream. THE END

She was theirs, and they were hers. The End

I don't have to think about anything mafia anymore. I'm fucking free…..yes…yes….yes! We can finally put an end to our story, me and Elle. We finally get our happy ever after. AHH..fuck! My life hasn't felt better. THE END

With that, he shut his eyes and leaned forward. As the wind howled, he fell. A few seconds later, a dull crash rose from the ground. Red blood spread on the cemented ground yet again. [The End.] … Those were the last words on the screen. As I stared at them, I put my arms above my head and stretched in my chair. I neither felt pleasure from revenge nor did I cry from excitement. I only felt relaxed from completing my mission. The ending created by silly words lost its weight at this point.